Everywhere there was pink and red, hearts and lace and cupids. Then there was me, the one girl in school who refused to look festive, wearing dark col...ors and no make-up, not even really getting into the spirit. Score one for the odd ball.The skies were overcast, but free of rain or snow and there was talk of sunshine this weekend and slightly warmer temperatures, perfect for a dance and, in my case, a road trip.Connor and I kept our discussions to common place things, silently agreeing not to. She was wearing tight black hot pants and a dark purple satin shirt that reached her mid riff, exposing her navel open. The dress Contrasted fabulously against her smooth white skin and its fitting accentuated her every curve and line. If my eyes didnt pop out then credit goes to glue our creator uses in fixing them. I breathed heavily and said"sorry ladies, the ramp is not ready yet, but your photographer is. You can start the Catwalk" Mausmi laughed heartily , patted my cheeks and said "i. He lay down his penis like a mast, it had been a while since he had had control… “kiss it then straddle it” she dutifully bent to the stiff member and gently kissed it as if it was an altar offering, then she straddled him and slowly fed his erectness into her sex as she lowered herself onto him…the feelings were sublime, warm soft tissue gripping him, or for her, invading her guts, not a few minutes with the butcher for meat, or that dogs rigid and quick hammering, or Gerald`s crude. Angel sighed, her body relaxed as she realized it was only Dante, and not someone else trying to grab at her. Not that it was really alright for Dante to do it either. “Hey,” she breathed calmly.Dante smiled at her, one corner of his mouth higher than the other, almost smirking at her.“What’s up?” Angel inquired, unsure as to what the man wanted.“Let me buy you a drink,” he replied, cocking his head in the direction of the bar.Angel’s eyes narrowed ever so slightly. What was his intention? Just.